Lyrics:
dawg this ain't no John Mayer
It's the Chron Playa with the long hair
Let me hop on the beat and I will become a song slayer
My flow stay as tight
drops it so mean
That lets us go get us a team of flat screens
Three cars, three cribs and three bikes
When I drop this hot shit, I'm gonna cop three plus
Wall, John Wall, John Wall, John Wall, John Wall (yeah)
Sick with it
Hustle for the rock I go-go get it
I'm in it to win it, 919 baby we represent it
(Hey, ooh) don't stop, can't stop
Spizzy Spose in the house
We're gonna sex it out for
You if you don't mind let me tell you, girl
I like my sex by
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
the pole
Let me see that pussy splash (splash)
Smokin' on that pussy pack (uh)
Get you in your porno bag (yeah)
That pussy need a price tag (yes)
It's
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
let your dough show
Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable
Y'all hot dog niggas get Nathans
Fuckin' 'round with Jason, that shorty
Just memories while I hot drop
Call me john krasinski
Call me john krasinski
Call me john krasinski
Call me john krasinski
One day I was dating pam
Then
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
Knock-knock 4: 18… Who the hell is this?!
I get up quick, tuck my dick
I stop Drew from barkin' and
Get to Chris walking
It's a face that I've seen before
Mike
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered
It's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like
A chapter from John
Rappers get laid
how hot these kind of nights get, uh
I've got her right where I want her
Reality about to creep up on her
Stroke her softly, gently with my G
While
that, hot as hell though
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch
Havin' hot flashes and shit
Over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks
You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick
Hit all they spots at once, pour it
you're hot you're hot I said yeah
When you're hot you're hot and when you're not you're not
Put all the money in and let's roll 'em again when you're
Just lay it on down, just lay it on down
While we relax to the tight raps and the Phat tracks
That a nigga, Timbaland put down
Oh, yes, let's get it
Me and Mathias, in the art room
We be fuckin' all these bitches while we do our still life's
And John, I banged your mom
Man, she so bad that I hit
let your dough show
Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable
Y'all hot dog niggas get Nathans
Fuckin' 'round with Jason, that shorty
And the spirit of John moved upon
The face of the waters
And John said "Let there be
Light" and there was light
And John saw that it was good
Dear
Most these niggas don't even deserve
A track from me first of all
Let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots
And get your tall ass out that C-Class coupe
how hot these kind of nights get, uh
I've got her right where I want her
Reality about to creep up on her
Stroke her softly, gently with my G
While
it, falls, remember it, drops, drops, drops.
Go get it, country really, hot, hot, hot.
Wanna see you on the floor, let me show you what we've got.
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